She waits for Rough Robbie.

About fifteen minutes after her unusual encounter in the backyard, Chloe found herself in the kitchen pounding her fourth shitty beer in an attempt to calm her nerves. She threw her head back and gulped the rest of the cheap suds before slamming her red plastic cup onto the counter with a relieved grunt. Feeling as prepared as possible, the somewhat tipsy brunette found her way to the stairs leading to the upper floor, and to the room Robbie had told her to meet him. Her stomach was in knots and her long, toned legs shook like jello. The actress paid no attention to the young couple vigorously making out in the staircase as she passed. Chloe’s mind raced as she questioned nearly every decision she had made in the past two hours. Was she really going to go through with this?

Before she knew it, the starlet was standing in front of the third door on the left. She hesitated a moment before knocking and listening for a reply, wise enough not to barge into a bedroom during a frat party. After thirty seconds of nervous silence, Chloe turned the handle and entered the small room.

The young starlet found no one inside. What she did find was a slightly messy room with an unmade twin bed, a single dresser and desk with an old computer chair, a small flatscreen, and about five different nudy posters covering the walls. “Ugh, real classy…” she grumbled aloud. This wasn’t exactly an ideal setting for her, but she was willing to power through. The actress turned and locked the door behind her before stepping further inside.

“Over two weeks, girl! Ten inches, great bod, cute face... and an expert. This will be great!” Chloe took a deep breath after her mental pep talk, and then pulled her shirt off over her head. She let it fall casually to the floor as her perky mounds jiggled slightly in place. “Ok, ok, ok…” The brunette tossed her hair and searched the room until she spotted a small standing mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed.

Chloe stood in front of her reflection; her head a bit buzzed from her drinking, and nervously looked over her body. “Rough Robbie… he’s a bit of an asshole. Did I really just let him finger me out there, even ask for it…” The starlet continued her conflicted inner thought as she traipsed her fingers up her olive-toned stomach. It was tight and showed the slight outlines of her muscles. Her entire body was tight and fit really, something she had worked hard to obtain.

She ran her fingers further up as she admired her own lack of tan-lines. “His industry whores got nothing on me…” Chloe’s fingers finally reached and wrapped around her bouncy, perfectly tanned, b-cups. The young brunette raised and lowered each breast, twisting her lips side to side in an inquisitive frown as she judged their worth. “Alright, Chloe. Looking good.”

The anxious starlet released her tits, letting them jiggle back into position as she reached for her the button of her jeans. “Oh my god… You can do this.” Chloe fumbled for a moment with the button she had easily undone hundreds of times, and then quickly pulled down the zipper. She then moved her hands to her sides, thumbs looping into the waistband of her dark jeans. The young brunette paused there for a moment as she stared into the mirror. “It’s just like any other hook up, Chloe. No pressure.” She started to bob her head side to side and danced in place momentarily in an attempt to psych herself up. “Sure ten inches is a little big… and he is a little aggressive…”

Finally, in one quick motion, Chloe bent forward and yanked her jeans down around her ankles. She stood up strait and pulled one foot free of the denim confines before clumsily shaking the other until her pants dropped to the floor. “Ha, see. With these thighs...” The brunette stood now clad only in her slim black thong. .

The actress daintily spun in place until she was eyeing her backside in the mirror, her two round, golden cheeks bisected by the thin black band of her thong. “If this doesn’t knock him dead…” Chloe’s confidence grew as she stood up onto her tiptoes, accentuating the glory of her thick, dimpled ass. “You want me naked, Rough Robbie?” Chloe paused again as she prepared to lose her final piece of clothing. “Why am I doing this? And with such a creep.”

Chloe bit half of her lower lip as she slowly pulled her panties down off of her hips and over her tight ass. She could see the headlines now, “Idiot Actress Ruins Career for Dirty Fuck with Semi Pro Porn Star,” and, “Chloe Bennet, Shining Female Role-Model?” With a final flourish, she kicked her panties off toward the rest of her clothes that now littered the floor. “You’re overthinking, Chloe. It’s going to be fine.”

The actress’ stomach was knotted once more as she righted herself in front of the mirror one last time. At last, she had a full view of her bare feminine mound, tucked coyly in the gap of her toned thighs. Chloe brought both hands down around the outsides of her pristine pussy lips as she inspected herself with a worried frown. She was surprised to find the hot flesh so wet already. “Do I really want him that bad?” The starlet pushed and molded the sensitive folds, her body heating up with the mild stimulation.

Chloe then closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and relaxed her shoulders, letting out a long exhale as she emptied her mind. The lithe brunette’s hips began to sway side to side as she allowed her hands to explore her body. The young star let out a soft moan as she slipped her middle finger into her tight, wet cunt. She gently fingered her delicate inner walls as her thumb ran lazy circles around her stiffening clit, just like she had done so many times before. Chloe’s free hand wandered its way up to a sun-kissed breast, and she sighed deeply.

Chloe knew she had to do this. She had to let Rough Robbie fuck her, as wild and ruthless as he so clearly wanted. The idea both filled her with dread and made her incredibly wet.

Just as Chloe began to calm herself, there was a sharp knock at the door. The sound jolted her out of her zoned-out state, causing her to yelp in surprise and nearly jump out of her skin. Chloe’s eyes shot back open and she whirled around toward the door.

“Who’s, uh… Hello?”